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   I adjusted myself and sat up straight. I stared at the tensed up Horangi and he stared right back at me. 'What do I say? How do I greet him? Should I even greet him? Where's Roze? Where's König?' I broke the strong eye contact between us and squeezed my one eye shut. I took in a deep breath and let it out, desperately trying to clear my head. I had so many questions, but knew I needed to act somewhat professional. I opened my one eye again and met his gaze once more.

   "Horangi, it's nice to see you. What brings you here?" Following my question, a heavy silence engulfed the entirety of the room. After a while, I grew tired of waiting for his reply and sarcastically cleared my throat. This obviously caught his attention as I saw his entire body jolt forward a bit. 'Did he zone out?' He let out a shaky breath and stalked closer to my hospital bed. He stopped a couple of feet in front of it and stiffly wrapped his arms behind his back. "Ma'am. It's a pleasure to see you as well. I apologize for my muteness." He paused, taking in another shaky breath. "I guess I'm still in a bit of shock."

   I nodded slightly in response and began examining his body language. I followed his gaze down to the floor. 'Shock, huh? Poor kid probably didn't even realize that he brought himself here. I wonder what happened to him...?' Silence covered the room, once more and I began growing more and more impatient by the minute. "Horangi?" His head shot up at the mention of his name. "You were saying?" He cleared his throat and widened his stance.

   "Yes ma'am, I was saying that König...has uhm...he's been... detained." He said in a small voice. My eye widened in shock, and I grabbed a hold of the bed sheets, balling them up in my hands. "What?" I spat. He jolted a bit and stayed silent. I hadn't meant for it to come out as rudely as it did. He cleared his throat again, "I said ma'am, König was detained." This time he said it with more confidence. I sat there in silence for a moment. I was shocked.

   'What the- No, how in the hell did he manage to get himself detained?' Horangi continued, ripping me out of my thoughts. "I can't provide an accurate explanation as to why he's being detained, all I know is what they told me." My head shot up, giving him my full attention. "What did they tell you, and who is holding him?" I felt my brows pinch together as I stared at him, waiting for a reply. He swallowed visibly hard and continued, "He...well...-" Horangi threw his head back and exhaled, "They said that he flew off the handle and... killed...3 men."

   I sat there, literally petrified. Yes, in our line of work killing people is a must, but those people are usually the ones who are not on base. Only rats, or snitches get killed on base. I stared down at the glossy tile floor, not uttering another word. I was so confused. 'Maybe those men were rats? But then again, it's not his place to kill them without notifying a higher up. Killing anyone on base is a huge offence, maybe he really did lose it. No no, that doesn't make sense. If anything, he seemed fine when he left a couple of days ago, so how the hell did he just "fly off the handle"?'

   I heard Horangi move a bit closer to my bedside. I flinched a bit and my eye shot up to meet his masked face. "Sorry to startle to you ma'am, I just thought that you should.... read this. Since he's your contractual sergeant, I thought you might want the details." He said, now pulling out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "This also includes where he's being held at." He extended an arm out and I took the paper -well- packet from him. I unfolded it and stared down at it. Horangi cleared his throat loudly and I looked back to him.

   "I think I should get going, my number is on the back of that packet by the way. If you need anything ma'am, please give me a call." I nodded in response to him, flipping the packet over to confirm that his number was really there. He bowed and bided me goodbye, leaving shortly after. I sat there in silence, staring down at the crinkled-up packet that was resting in my hands. I sighed and began flattening it. The packet read the following:

PATIENT REPORT

PATIENT NAME: NICOLAS "KÖNIG" MULLER

DATE OF BIRTH: JULY 31ST 1997 {25 YEARS OF AGE}

COMPANY: KORTAC

HEIGHT: 6'10

WEIGHT: 310LBS

DUE: 1,020 HOUR SOLITARY DETAINMENT

LOCATION: DENMARK, IL GEORGEWORTH ASYLUM/MENTAL HOSPITAL 55560

PERSCRIBED MEDICATIONS: Haloperidol; Olanzapine; Clozapine; Ziprasidone

TREATMENT: Daily single dosage of each medication. Increase to hourly and double dosages if patient shows repeated signs of aggression. No pills, injection only. 

*DUE TO PATIENT'S SIZE/MASS, TRANQUILIZERS ARE PERMITTED; USE ONLY IF IN DANGER.*

SUMMARY:

   PATIENT WAS FOUND AT APROXIMATELY 02:46 AM WITH -ACCORDING TO EYEWITNESSES- EVERY INCH OF HIS BODY COVERED IN BLOOD. AN OFFICER ON PATROL REPORTED HEARING THE SOUND OF "FLESH BEING TORN FROM THE BONE." HOURS BEFORE, CCTV CAUGHT THE PATIENT LINGERING OUTSIDE OF THE EAST WING'S HOLDING AREA FOR 4.5 HOURS. CCTV SHOWS 3 TALL AND BURLY MEN LEAVING THE HOLDING AREA'S MAIN ENTRANCE, SEEMINGLY BEING RELEASED FROM WHATEVER THEY WERE BEING HELD FOR. UPON NOTICING THIS, THE PATIENT HIDES HIMSELF NEAR THE BUILDING AND WAITS.

   CCTV SHOWS THE PATIENT STALKING THE MEN FOR A TOTAL OF 6 BLOCKS. IT HAS BECOME CLEAR THAT THESE THREE MEN WERE HIS INTENDED TARGETS. HOWEVER, THE MOTIVE IS STILL UNKNOWN. THE PATIENT FINALLY DECIDES THAT HE HAS STALKED ENOUGH AND BEGINS MAKING OBVIOUS NOISE. AFTER HAVING ENOUGH OF THE TORNMENT, ONE OF THE MEN DECIDES TO CONFRONT THE NOISES. THE PATIENT THEN PROCEEDS TO LURE THE MAN TO A SUCLUDED AREA BEFORE BRUTUALLY MURDERING HIM WITH HIS BARE HANDS.

   AFTER FINISHING, THE PATIENT RETURNS TO THE OTHER TWO MEN. HAVING BEEN GOING THROUGH, WHAT DOCOTORS HAVE DEEMED A MANIC EPISODE, THE PATIENT ABANDONS THE STEALTH TACTIC AND POUNCES ON ONE OF THE MEN, EFFORTLESSLY DISABLING HIM. THE PATIENT THEN BEGINS LOOKING FOR THE LAST AND FINAL MAN WHO HAD MADE A GREAT EFFORT TO GET AWAY. UPON LOCATING HIM, CCTV CATCHES WHEN THE PATIENT BEGINS YET ANOTHER BRUTAL ATTACK ON THE LAST MAN BEFORE LEAVING HIM FOR DEAD. THE PATIENT MAKES HIS WAY BACK TO THE REMAINING MAN AND FINISHES HIM OFF.

   AFTER AN HOUR OF STANDING NEAR THE CORPSE, WE CAN CONCLUDE THAT THE PATIENT WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SORT OF PHSYCOTIC EPISODE, OR WAS COMING DOWN FROM HIS MANIC HIGH. THE PATIENT WAS THEN APROACHED BY ANOTHER OFFICER ON PATROL. THE PATIENT, WHO HAD SEEMED CALM AT THE TIME, SNAPPPED AND ATTEMPTED TO MURDER THE OFFICER, LUNGING HIMSELF AT THE MAN AND PINNING HIM TO THE GROUND. LUCKILY, THE OFFICER WAS ABLE TO ESCAPE THE PATIENTS HOLD WITH MINOR LACERATIONS AND GET TO SAFE GOUNDS. SHORTLY AFTER THIS ENCOUNTER, THE PATIENT WAS DETAINED.

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   I sat there, the paper crinkling in my hands as I held it with such vigor. The words, "brutally murdered three men", stuck to me like glue. I couldn't read anymore. After only finishing the first page, I tossed the packet over onto a nearby desk and buried my face in my hands. So many different emotions were coursing through my body, I didn't know what to feel. Then it hit me, the realization. He'd asked me the night before he left if I would be okay on my own. He told me he had some "errands" to run and that he'd be gone for a while. I slowly brought my hands down from my face and started to piece things together.

   'Three men...three men were brutally murdered-' Another train of realization hit me. 'I was assaulted by three men...No, it couldn't be...'  I reached for the packet again and flipped through it until I saw a page titled "VICTIM AUTOPSY." I stopped, skimming through the bold print and seemingly gory details. 'Names...names...I need their names'  After a few minutes of skimming through the page, I found the names that I was looking for. "Allen P. Gordon; Michael Penton; Jimmy F. Brooks. I grabbed my pen off of my clipboard and jotted the names down. When I finished, I pressed the nurse's assistant button.

   After a short minute, my favorite nurse came sauntering in. She beamed upon seeing me with slight concern flashing across her face. I motioned her over, "Do you have a phone?" She stopped near my bedside. "Of course, doll, It's a burner though." She tilted her head and I nodded, "That's fine, I just need to call someone." She gave me a quick nod and exited the room, with the promise of bringing back the phone. After a couple of minutes, she returned and gave me a somewhat worn-out burner phone. I thanked her and she took her leave. I flipped the packet over onto its back, revealing Horangi's phone number. I dialed it and waited for him to pick up. The phone rung for a good 5 minutes before Horangi picked up.

-

"Yellow, may I ask who's calling?"

"It's me, Belle."

"..."

"Ahhh, lieutenant Belle! I'm guessing you have some questions for me."

"Somewhat. Can you search a few names up in the database for me?"

"I don't think I have access to 141's database ma'am. Afterall, I'm just a contractual sergeant."

"I know. I need you to get into my office, I'll give you the password for my desktop. You should be able to gain access to a database that way."

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I don't think that's very smart on your end-"

"Please refrain from telling me on how to do my job."

"..."

"Where are you right now?"

"Uhhh, 2nd floor lounge area. Just got out of a meeting."

"Perfect, my office is on that floor. Look around, do you see a noticeably dim hallway with 2 doors running down it?"

"This entire floor is very dim to be fair. Give me a moment."

"It's a hallway with a dead end. My door is at the end and is right next to a life-sized statue."

"I see it."

"Good, make your way over there as discreetly as possible."

"Roger."

"...Horangi, we are not on coms."

"Sorry. It's a habit. How do I open this door? I tried it and it's locked."

"Underneath that statue's foot to your left is a spare key, use it. Make sure no one is watching you. I've had many people try and break into my office before."

"Yes ma'am.... I got it."

"Good. Make sure you lock the door behind you and make your way over to my desk. Random question, what's the state of my office?"

"Pretty clean."

"Hmm, ok. Have you turned on the computer yet?"

"Yep, its powered on. Password?"

"Bellehop3320. Capital B, lowercase h."

"..."

"Are you in?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Open the database program and run these names through it: Allen P. Gordon; Michael Penton; Jimmy F. Brooks. "

"One second...."

"Give me the latest updates on each one."

"Ok, Mr. Allen, was sent to the hospital for 3 broken limbs. After he was deemed stable, he was sent to serve a 72-hour sentence at the East Wing's holding center. Apparently, he committed battery on a woman. He was released, three days ago. Huh...that's weird, it shows him as deceased. There's no K.I.A or M.I. A"

"What was his initial cause of death?"

"Uhhh, it just says he was mauled to death."

"...Next person."

"Okay, Michael Penton. He- The same thing happened to him as well. He was sent to the hospital, once he was stabilized, he was sent to the East Wing's holding center, was released three days ago, status is deceased. His cause of death is the same as the first guy. He was also mauled to death."

"...The last man...?"

"You okay there, Lt? You sound off."

"I'm fine. Search the last man for me please."

"Roger, Jimmy F. Brooks. It's the same thing for him too. It's almost word for word. Uh, anyone else you want me to search?"

"..."

"Lt?"

"No. Thank you for your help Horangi. Shut down my computer when you finish. Lock up my office and place my spare key back where it was."

"Alright ma'am, and it's my pleasure. Glad I was able to help."

"Mhm, Get home safe Horangi."

"Thank you, I will."

- End of Call.

   I hung up. Slowly, I let the phone drop from my hands. My suspicions were right, even when I didn't want them to be. König had killed those same three men who had tried to assault me just a little under a month ago. He had gone back to finish what he started. My hands were trembling so much, and my mind began racing. I just couldn't wrap my head around how König, of all people, could possibly pull something like this.

   Was this truly the same man who had begun crying because he felt so bad upon seeing me in such a painful condition? Was this the same man who made it his mission to keep me company during my stay at the hospital, from the time I woke up to the time I fell asleep? Was this the same man who stayed with me every night, softy cupping my hand in his whenever he saw that I was struggling to fall asleep? Was this the same man who went to sleep on my lap, sitting on a chair that he was way too big for, all because he didn't want to leave me alone? The same man who would get so excited to carry me whenever he had the chance? The same one who threw an entire fit once he found out he accidentally hurt me while cuddling me? I just couldn't believe it.

   I let myself fall forward and I began to sob. My hands flew up to my face in an attempt try and stop myself, but I found that I couldn't. Ugly cries poured out of me like a tsunami, and all the while I was asking myself why. Why he had done this, but most of all, why I did I feel so sad? Yes, it was shocking, but it wasn't a matter that should have been cried over. My head shot up, plastered with snot and tears as reality hit me yet again. No, it wasn't because I was sad for him or because I was disappointed in him, I'd seen many talented soldiers throw their career down the drain. I realized, during the time we spent together, I had gotten far too attached to him.

I felt so sad because I... loved and missed him. 

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// WHAT. A. TWIST!  The amount of y'all who thought König died was hilarious. I'd never let him die, lol, I wouldn't do that to y'all. If anything, I have fed y'all enough wholesomeness. Sooo how we feeling about König's full name? Also how y'all been...?//